Summary

John Morison Copeland The Trail of the Swinging Lanterns

But now, into this region of log cabin, birch bark and bittern those great civilizers, the twin ribbons of steel, have intruded; sleeping cars mosaic tiled and ornate, traveling via the Grand Trunk Railway from Toronto, Canadian Pacific Railway from Montreal and “U.S.A.” at Buffalo, are delivered daily to the Temiskaming & Northern Ontario Railway and circumventing space, lay bare to their prying, adventurous occupants, many of the secrets of nature in the north.
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John Morison Copeland The Trail of the Swinging Lanterns

That vital requisite—speedy transportation by land and water for the beings and news of the universe—dovetails so exactly with the modern spirit of expansion that the men responsible for mechanism underlying onward movement, unwittingly compel admiration. They wear the laurel, remaining the nation’s favorites until the “powers that be” turn thumbs the other way.
In no branch of human endeavor does contention with competitor, for the plaudits and purse of the public, wax keener than in the realm of railroading and America is the arena where the fascinating game is embellished with rare finesse.
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John Morison Copeland The Trail of the Swinging Lanterns

You spring from sturdy stock, long identified with railway construction in Canada, and since those other days in the loft of Hamilton’s smoke smeared freight shed, down the avenue of occupations in your native city, abroad in Western Ontario and throughout the business zone of Toronto, few dare question your reputation for urbanity, commercial sense and thoroughness.
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